San Isidro Lighthouse, Chile Off to the races I go. Yesterday I was sitting in a military air strip waiting room with what felt like half of the Falkland Islands (screaming kids included) and now I write to you from a small house on the Straits of Magellan. Punta Arenas is but a dim afterthought on the northern horizon. The Cordillera Darwin raises to the south on the back of Tierra del Fuego. Nothing but islands, glaciers, and mountains. Very few humans still live anywhere t
The sun is rising later and later with each passing day which allowed us a leisurely wake up before the morning transit from Beaver Island to Port Stephens. Distance: about 40 nautical miles. Conditions: sloppy. Consistent SW wind 15-25 knots.
A slow-burning sunrise threatened us from the east. Red sky in morning. Sailor take warning. Our transit was scheduled to coincide with a period of relaxed wind and hopefully a calmer sea state on the exposed western coast. The knife-